Sarabande, Ch. 12
Stella lay back, staring at the candle flames and tried to go to sleep, but there was no sleep in this unfamiliar place, where the walls shook and rumbled with the force of the music above. She was saved from solitude when the blond girl walked in.
“Hello, you are still here?” The girl wandered to the dressing table and aimlessly straightened the orderly cosmetics. “Tracy said you weren’t well, so I came down to see.” She shot a brief glance her way, and fiddled some more. “If you were well.” she added.
Something was going on. Something was there. Stella’s heart began hammering; “I’m hungry, I guess-”
“Hungry? But food is here! Eat it!”
“Too hungry to eat…” Stella said.
“Yes? I think I understand this expression.” Britta looked sidelong at her, speculatively. “Perhaps I can feed you?” She came, mincingly, and sat on the sofa, reaching for the plate. Her hand curled under Stella’s neck cradling her as a cube of cheese slipped into her mouth. The blond hair made a curtain around them as Britta bent close. She fed Stella another bite, mischief glinting in her eyes. Stella grabbed her head by the blond curls, and pulled her into her embrace.
How many women had there been in Stella’s life? Truthfully, less than the fingers on one hand. She was distrustful of feminine wiles, easily intimidated. Men were easier to handle, anyway, but she knew what to do this time, teasing Britta’s mouth with her tongue-tip until she moaned pleasurably. The body her hands were roaming felt strange, soft and yielding, after the hard muscular flesh she was used to. –What am I doing?– She pushed the thought away. What she needed was the heat. The life force. –Vampires–
Britta kindled, after the first surprise. Her breathing grew ragged, her hands grasped at Stella; they didn’t matter. Hot and cold all at once, Stella wasn’t looking for her own satisfaction. She pushed her prey back into the sofa, nibbling on her shoulders. Energy trickled in to revive her. She untied the top, setting Britta’s breasts free. This body was confusing, too large, too soft, but Britta arched back when she rolled the nipples between her fingers, and reached into the black dress to reciprocate. Stella trapped the hands, freed her mouth.
“But–” Britta said.
“Don’t worry” she said into the blond neck. “This is all for you.” All that mattered was her writhing, the energy that Stella could suck in. She nuzzled her way down. Britta’s stomach was beautiful in the candlelight, the downy hairs glittering. Stella probed the deep navel with her tongue. She couldn’t let her rest. Her hand slipped under the skirt. There was no flimsy fabric barrier; Stella looked up. Britta met the smile with her own. Stella crawled up, over Britta’s body, looking down at her from arm’s height. She was conscious of the way she was replaying Tracy’s moves. –They work– Britta stared up at her, blue eyes wide, mouth half open. Stella felt a fresh surge of adrenaline. “Ooh, baby” she said deliberately; “Should I pull it up, or pull it down?”
“Oh, it must go down” Britta laughed, reached up to Stella. Who evaded the touch, slipped back down and unzipped the denim skirt, drawing it down– and was, suddenly, turned on by the blond body under her. She watched the belly quiver as she passed her hand over it, Britta’s chest heaving, legs slowly, aimlessly, moving, the blond bush was already darkening with wet. Stella laid her fingers on the peachy mouth, ran them teasingly down Britta’s body. Britta’s breath stopped when she reached her clit. She slid two fingers into her cunt, and was a little startled to find it so eager– the pad of flesh that carries the ‘G’ spot jumped to her fingertips, and she worked it gently until she felt the cream start coming. She moved down. The legs parted for her. She bit at a thigh, and felt the sudden squeeze on her fingers, lay her tongue on the pink little clit, and heard her give voice, felt her powers returning.
She used her fingers and mouth, she knew the girl’s secrets, any woman would. The skin salting up, her smell getting sharper, Stella knew just when to make the right sounds to urge her to come, again and again, and the pounding music from up above gave her a rhythm to work from…
The music changed abruptly, and Stella remembered where they were. She slowed, gentling the girl down, let her breathing even out. Britta raised herself up on her elbows to look down. Stella was ready to fall in love with the pink flush, the blond curls sticking to her face, the blue eyes gone hazy. She withdrew her hand, raised it up to suck off the fluids. Fresh, salty, virginal, the cream tasted.
“Come here, to me, now.” Britta smiled down at her with shining eyes, reached a languorous arm to pull her up into her embrace. All she wanted to do, really, was get up and leave. Instead, she lay dutifully beside the girl, and found unexpected pleasure in her radiating pleasure. Britta stroked her flanks and arms, but Stella shied when the hand went under her skirt;
“It’s okay” she murmured. “I just wanted…” What could she tell her? –I just wanted to suck your blood– “It was for you.”
“Oh? You are so butch as this?” Britta chuckled.
“I’m sorry… I really shouldn’t have done that.”
Britta snorted. “Bah. If you want nothing in return, it’s all right.”
“Well, I kind of jumped you.” Stella attempted an explanation.
“And, so, I am happy, are you?”
Stella hugged her tight. “Yeah, baby, I am.” She got to her feet, pulled Britta up. She felt a wild elation, tingling through her body. She had conquered, Britta and Tracy both. She dropped to her knees;
“You’re just sloppy, baby.” She lifted Britta’s leg over her shoulder, gently tongued her dry, resisted an impulse to investigate the plump little cunt further. –Piece de resistance, very romantic– She handed her the skirt, tied her top for her, lifting those tits into it. –Show some consideration– She sat down and attacked the plate of food at last.
“You are Tracy’s lover, are you not?” Britta said, watching her.
“Yeah, I guess so”
She smiled; “Ah, I understand, then.”
“What?” What was this? Did everyone know everything?
“Well, he is a man with feminine qualities,” Britta explained. “I should think that a woman for him would have a masculine nature.”
“Oh…” Stella relaxed. “Britta, have you ever been with a man?” She shook her head. “Do you think you might like to be with Tracy?”
Britta shrugged; “I have seen that he may not treat a woman all that well. If he were not so… He is not reliable…”
“Um. Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Stella admitted. “But, if you wanted to, you could tell him what we did… what I did to you–”
“Oh, you are playing a game then,” Britta said, acutely. “And am I to be a pawn in your game?”
“Oh!” Stella said, stricken. She looked up in shock, to meet Britta’s ironic smile. Chagrin made her angry; “I told you I jumped you, baby,” she stated. “I said I shouldn’t have so now you know why.”
“Oh, come now. You know, this is my second tour with Tracy Bell. I am sure that I could never meet so many women on any other band’s tour. So, I thought you were another one like that, a groupie, but he says you are lovers. I will complain to Tracy how his lover has treated me, is that what you want?”
“Yeah.” Stella said suddenly. “Yeah, I do.”
“He must know that you– jumped me… Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” she murmured evasively. She sat down in front of the mirror. “How much longer before he comes down for his costume change?”
Britta listened to the rhythm. “Perhaps fifteen minutes. Two songs.”
“Mind if I go on up?”
“In fact, I bring the clothes to the stage, so we will go up together, yes? It’s easier, and you will help me carry.” Britta chuckled. Meeting Stella’s eye in the mirror, she winked. “I will say how you made love to me, if I wanted or no. He will get your message, you can trust this.”
“Well…” Stella said doubtfully. “Look, I don’t want you to get any trouble, so…”
“This is funny to me, I can tell you!” Britta pulled Stella to her feet. “We go now.”
